Imogine was caught off guard by Althea's sudded appearence, it was as if she just apperated right beside her. And she had a Quick Quotes Quill, Imogine had always wanted on of those.

"Wand work, okay" Replied Imogine, as various Acidents and Catastrophies related spells raced throught her head. What kind of wand work did she mean, were there more simple forms other then spells that Imogine was totally blanking about.
"When you say wand work, do you mean using spells?"She asked, drawing her long mahogany wand from it's holster.

Sigh. Test one failed.

Althea caught the apple before it dropped to the ground, by levitating it.

"Of course." Her eyebrow went up. "On the apple, Imogine. Show off for me. I need to see what you can do."

This time, yes? She flipped the apple in the air again with a flick of her wand.

Without even toughing the apple, Imogine manouvered her wand, guiding the apple in a straight line across the room. She made an upward boncing motion with her wand which sent the apple flying into the air as it it were tossed. Imogine caught it in mid air with her wand. She pointed her wand at the apple and made it grow and then shrink a few times by pulling her wand forward and back. She then made it turn around in the air like twirling a basket ball on someone's finger.

"Better." Althea said succinctly, folding her arms across her chest as she watched, eyes remaining on the apple as Imogine manoeuvred it. Behind her the quill took a few notes, but only a few.

"Keep it coming." Was that all she had?

Ohkaaay, Imogine took a deep breath. Why only use an apple? She aimed her wand, tensing with exertion she concentrated on the space infront of her. After a moment, there was a loud pop and an apple tree appeared. The roots weren't visable, this was a good one.

Once more she aimed her wand, concentrating on the tree she cast a spell which made the tree change it's seasons from summer to spring to fall to winter over and over again.

An apple flew from the tree into Imogine's hand which she confidently took a bite of. "Need to see anything else?" She asked willingly.

Oh that was a nice touch, at the end there with the biting the apple. Good thing it wasn't poisonous or anything.

Althea used her own wand, a simple and imperious flick or two, and the tree shifted itself so that two of its branches curved dowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn and formed themselves into chairs, still part of the tree. Some of the solid roots pushed up through the ground to form a small table between the two chairs, and Thea strode over and sat down, indicating with a gesture and a smile that Imogine should do the same.

"Let's have a chat, you and I." She suggested, sounding more friendly now.

Her interview was nearing an end already? Imogine had thought up a dramatic finish for her preformance, although she figured she'd save the drama for after she found out about her job position.

Imogine took the seat next to Althea in the very welcoming tree seat, "Much ablidged" Imogine joined in. She waited, patiently listening.

"Tell me a little bit about your time here." Thea invited, clearly quite relaxed. "I don't particularly want to grill you, since there is much I can find out from your file, but your thoughts would be valuable."

Thoughts about jobs and missions and tasks and the like. And about her coworkers and former department heads. Anything really. Althea was simply... curious.

Gossip was Imogine's specialty, but when it came to out in the open she never knew who could be watching. She lowered her voice down a notch even further and leaned in. When being an agent, she couldn't let other spies overhear.

"Well, I've only been here a year but while I was here things were pretty... layed back" Imogine stated. "I only got one assignment and it was to fix a teapot that a three year old played with and managed to make it bite and scream" She used hand gestures to describe the teapot's actions. "And, there were not many Accidents and Catastrophies going on in the Wizerding world that we had to go out and particupate in, we were kind of outside the loop" .

She was shy to describe anything about former department heads of co workers because who knows, they could have fixed up extendable ears!

Nathan picked up another practise dummy and walked to the corner. With a large flourish of his wand, he used a curse that he had learned in his time with the Israeli Special Service in Outremer. Flertik

The dummy began the shudder as if there was a stiff breeze in the room, then with an agonizingly slow pace, the arms of the dummy began to melt and turn to liquid. It was a perfect way to get information out of a stubborn person. With another thrust of his man a small hole appeared at the forehead of the dummy. Ending its life. That, was the quick and easy way. No one expected a spell that mimicked a muggle weapon...

He sheathed his wand in the arm holster and walked to the his gathered group of comrades.

"I see." That wasn't her fault, if she wasn't getting assignments. It also explained why there was QUITE the workload built up, if the employees weren't actually being given the work to do. After all, it wasn't as if Accidents stopped happening in the Wizarding World just because people weren't assigned to deal with them.

"From what I can tell, Magical Law Enforcement seem to have picked up the slack from this department. Which is lucky for us or perhaps the Cult of Walpurgis might have succeeded in revealing the Wizarding World to mugglekind after all." Again, not Imogine's fault, but now that Althea was here, things would certainly be changing.

"I'd like to offer you a promotion, Imogine, as well as the opportunity to further develop your skills." She paused. "There are options of course. I wonder, would you like me to send you the information about the possible roles, and you can read over them and make an informed decision about which appeals to you most? I'll include my recommendations too of course, but it will be your choice."

Althea had been watching out the corner of her eye and now she turned her head to regard the man, whom she recognised from his file picture as Nathaniel Corun, an Obliviator. Her expression gave nothing away, but inwardly, there was approval.

Hmm.

Nathaniel gave Althea a look from the corner of his eye. He smiled vaguely and tapped his forehead with two fingers in a mock salute. He hoisted a human sized target to his shoulder and walked over to her. He placed the target on the tile floor, then extended his hand.

"Nathaniel Corun, Obliviator, at your service ma'am."

"Ya, that would be great if you could send the information too me".

"No problem Imogine. It'll be on your desk this afternoon and you can take it home with you and look over it." And let her know as soon as possible, of course. It was all well and good taking ones time looking over these things, but Thea needed to know pretty quickly.

"I'll see you later. Mind cleaning this up before you go?"

The tree that was.

Althea watched the progress of the man and eyed the target he brought over. After a pause she stood and offered her own hand. Firmly.

"Althea Schirmer. I believe I've read your file, Mr Corun." She gave him a charming smile, though that was soon chased away by a brisk professionalism as she took her hand back, not one to linger on a greeting, and surely he knew she was his new boss? Mmm?

"I expect you've read the latest memos regarding the WARN process? I'm currently assessing existing employees and their suitability for their current roles."

She waited for a reaction.

Imogine smiled in thanks."Thank you" She politley nodded.

Imogine narowed her eyes. Now Althea thinks she can boss me around? She thought. Well she is my boss. And I just got a promotion. And I did put the tree there in the first place. "No problem" replied Imogine.

"Incendio" she announced, and set fire to the tree, proclaiming it would turn it to ashes. There was no fear of anything else catching on fire, room could take it. People fired spells in here all the time. Imogine stood and watched the tree burn.

"Ahh my file, no doubt there are some very interesting things within that blasted file. Dark and terrible things no doubt. I have been gone for several years now, so I must inquire as to who you are? I mean no disrespect mind you, my former boss seems to be gone.

Nathaniel glanced to his desk, which was covered with old papers.

"I have not in fact read any memos as of yet...."

Thea watched the tree burn for a moment, smiled reflexively at Imogine again, and then turned her attention fully to the Obliviator.

ooc: lol the desks aren't in here, just fyi. And don't mind her... lol

Althea raised her eyebrow at that. "You haven't read any memos." She repeated, clearly unimpressed. "Despite the fact that every desk gets a copy and they are all posted very clearly on the announcement board in the hallway?"

A smile. It was somewhat... dangerous, but her voice remained pleasant. "You'll learn, working for me, Mr. Corun, that such excuses for not knowing what is going on don't fly. But, I'm a reasonable woman, I'm aware that things in this department have been a touch... disorganized these past few years. That will change, as you'll realise, once you take a moment to catch up on the relevant communications." She paused.

"But since you're so polite, I'm Althea Schirmer. And I suggest you take a moment of your time to... catch up. And then perhaps we can have a chat, you and I." Queue a polite but somewhat frosty smile.

"I'll speak with you later, Mr Corun." Pause. "In my office." Thea walked out of the training room without a second look back at the Obliviator, or at the burning tree.

Natasha shuffled her feet as she entered the training room. She needed to brush up on her concealing charms. They had been put to the side when she got back after vacation to focus on more pressing matters. Now she didn't have an excuses though. Sigh.

Letting off steam? Perhaps. She was in a relatively alright mood but had a lot of work on her plate and Dash was busy with writing and she probably wasn't going to get a chance to see him until after the weekend, since he had plans for some one on one time with Kyroh and... so yes.

She was here to work off some frustrations, and also to think through a few things. It was part of her thought process, using her wand. The metal charmer made her way into the training room, her heels clipping on the floor.

Oh? Who was here?

"Natasha. How are you?" She greeted, wanting to ask how Izzy was doing but... not.

Pulling off her work robes to work in just a pair of nice trousers and a orange blouse Tasha eyed the dummies. Maybe she could box on some dummies first to let off some underlying stress?

The blond was just about to get into action when Althea entered the room behind her. Turning around with a beam Tasha said. "Hi Althea. I'm good. I thought i'd relieve some stress before practicing some concealment charms."

"How are you?" She asked in return.

"Stress? Don't tell me I'm working you too hard, Tasha." Thea said. She obviously approved of the practicing part though. "Its always good to continue to refine your skills. Do you have a favourite concealment spell?"

That was always interesting, knowing what people preferred to use.

Tasha's eyes widened slightly and she protested. "No, no of course not Althea. I was actually going to stop by your office later to ask for more work." It was probably crazy and stupid but she wanted something challenging to set her teeth into.

"Hard question, but I have to say Concelo since it conceals big buildings or locations with ease. It has proved its usefulness and effectiveness many times out on the field." She explained.

"Mmm. Glutton for punishment huh? Well, there's always plenty to do. I actually meant to ask you to pop down to Games and Sports and touch base with the new Department Head. Make sure she knows that you're available, and prepared to work closely with her regarding sporting event concealment." Althea offered with a smile.

"Mine is praestigium, I think. Because its a little more.... precise. And I am finicky by nature." A perfectionist even. It wasn't an easy charm but it was an effective way of casting a detailed illusion and tricking the eye, and not easily detected. Not ideal for large scale unless you were crazy.

Tasha nodded. "Yes, how did you know? Glutton is handy." she added with a smirk. It was little eerie that Thea knew her so well almost as well as Izzy did.

More work. Hmm chat with the games and sports head. She could do that.

"Of course. I shall pop down to Games & Sports after lunch. I met the new department head miss Black at the orientantion last week. She seemed nice." It was the blond with the jawdropping heels Tasha remembered.

"Praestigium is effective, but only on a small scale. I've used it from time to time but only to hide very small things like for example my diary in my youth. With four siblings I had to protect my privacy." Especially her brothers were nosy.

"Well then you won't have any problem with the task, I'm sure." Thea answered.

Althea just smiled. "I use it on my garden." To conceal the magical nature of it, and the fact that it grew even in the dead of winter, from Muggle eyes. Like anything it just took a little bit of... practice. And determination.

Finicky, crazy, determination.

But it was ideal to create the illusions necessary to make it look like a mundane garden and not just an empty spot. People tended to walk through empty spots. Better to make them think it was a boring garden.

"I sent Izzy a giftbasket." With baby things. Not that she'd put her name on it, but Isobel likely recognised her handwriting all the same.